Am I so strange that I tend to see
Things that can not be
An inspiring lost shoe
Turned into poetry
Who did it belong to
And how can its pair
Be made functional with this one laying here
She wanted to fly
But the atmospheric pressure was too high
She wrapped herself in helium balloons
But the gas escaped them too soon
She wanted to fly
But her dreams were crushed by some physics guy
And her biology failed her every time she tried
She decided to transform
A bird in the sky, free to roam
So the next time you see a bird fly
It might just be her mocking that physics guy
I question it
I do not know
If it’s not the truth
I should let it go
The dead trees cried to me once
It is cold here
Help me—too big to have a shelter, too attached to my roots to move
The cold winters took away my loyal leaves
Left me with naked branches, lonely
Cover me…help me
But I didn’t hear them; I was too cold to pay attention
(By me, written March 2010)
Slowly comes
Then all at once
Words run through my brain
As I lay in bed to rest my head
The whole world screams
There is music in my head
Ringing old words I have never read
Voices that say…
I remember when I was maybe eleven.I had to wake up as early as seven, rush to the neighborhood baker. He made our street smelled like heaven. The fresh bread gives me warmth on my morning walk. And a lady sitting in the street, selling something to eat. Breakfast routine that I love to remember. Memories of early December.
Among the nothingness I stand
Not a woman, not a man
Unidentifiable, as their definitions stand